Prodigal

[dejah_thoris]

After a long day in the forge, and a long night of pacing the corridors of the bar looking for Curtis, Dejah had come back to her rooms and tried to work on the prostheses.  She'd made significant progress, building the initial layer of isolates and imprinting the neurological signature she'd recorded the very first day onto the layer itself.  It took an incredible amount of focus and when she was done, she lay her tools on her work bench.  Bleary-eyed and exhausted, she made her way to the bed.


She didn't wake for many hours.  Not even the recurring image of Curtis's shy smile melting into the leering grin of Matai Chang could manage to stir her from sleep.  It was late in the day when she rolled over and peered at the window.  The sun was going down.  Or was it coming up? She couldn't tell.

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[dejah_thoris]

Dejah's eyes open and she looks startled. Had he just -- overheard her thoughts? She bites back a little laugh, one that was a touch on the hysterical side.


"First off, it's Barsoom. And if you want to know more about her..."

She looks up into his face, the blue fire of her eyes vibrant in the half-light.

"... all you need to do is ask."

[2goodarms]

"Barsoom," he corrects himself. "Sorry."

Her eyes shine bright enough to blot out every detail of his thoughts. It takes a few seconds for him to regroup.

"Like...I don't know, if you took me to see it. Sometime. What should I do?"

Or shouldn't do, as the case may be.

[dejah_thoris]

He asks like he actually cares about the answer. Like he's considering actually accepting her invitation. Like this is something more than...

She takes his hand between both her own and draws him farther into her rooms. "Well, there's -- a lot to know. Please, come in. Make yourself at home. Can I take your coat? Your hat, perhaps?"

[2goodarms]

"Coat's probably a good idea," he says, wryly. (He always forgets how warm her room can get until he steps all the way inside.) "Hang on -- "

Reclaiming his hand, he starts to unfasten the buttons.

[dejah_thoris]

She doesn't let him finish by himself. Still smiling, she starts at the bottom while he starts at the top, eventually peeling it off him and draping it over the back of one of the book-covered couches. When she turns back, she beckons him to join her on one of the low, over-stuffed couches beneath the windows. It looks like it's recently been excavated, perhaps for someone to nap on.

"First off, Barsoom has half the gravity that Earth does. So a human there is twice -- sometimes more than twice -- as strong as he would be on Earth. It means you'd have to adjust to that." There's a hint of amusement running under her voice.

[2goodarms]

Huh.

He joins her on the couch, tucking his legs up with absentminded ease to take up as little space as possible, and raises his eyebrows. Deadpan: "So maybe I could finally take you in a fight?"

[dejah_thoris]

Dejah, in contrast, drapes herself across the cushions, one arm resting along the back so she can touch his shoulder. Her legs are pulled up but in the more comfortable fashion of someone used to sitting on the ground. She idly tugs the shoulder of her robe back up.

That got a bright laugh. "You don't think after forty years of living with an Earthman, I haven't learned a few dirty tricks?"

[2goodarms]

Still straight-faced: "Oh, I believe it."

(That's as far as he'll go acknowledging the double entendre. If it was a double entendre. The robe still isn't helping to move his thoughts off that track.)

Curtis coughs into his fist. "So, okay. Lower gravity," he says. "That's -- does that mean it'd be like walking on the moon?"

He vaguely remembers stories about that, and video of men in bulky spacesuits bouncing along the surface of Earth's moon. Curtis pantomimes it with his hand along the back of the couch.

[dejah_thoris]

Dejah is not above a good double entendre, but no, she did not intend that one. She'd be pleasantly surprised to know he'd taken it as one.

"Yes, precisely. You will have a period of adjustment, but it's only a few days. You'll also be stronger there, so be aware when you get into a fight. Killing a man with a single blow is not outside the realm of possibility."

She catches the bouncing hand with a soft touch and lightly laces her fingers through his.

[2goodarms]

"A few days," he echoes as they twine their fingers together. Some of the lightness fades.

He's not sure Edgar would like the idea of Curtis being gone so long. (Curtis isn't sure he likes the idea, either.) Even more pressing, though:

"Can I even leave the bar that long? I heard weird shit can happen if you're dead."

[dejah_thoris]

Her smile softens and she meets his gaze, just looks at him for a long moment. (Those eyelashes will be the death of her.)

"I've heard varying information. I understand that you'll start to fade after a period of time. Three days. Seven days. If you do fade entirely, they say you'll just reappear here in the bar. But one or two days, you'll do fine. We could always return here to the bar to sleep every night. I mean, if it ever, you know... comes to that."

She's heard of several couples from different worlds who managed to make a trans-universe life work. And she's a firm believer that if you want something to work, you find a way.

[2goodarms]

"Okay," he murmurs. Curtis gives her hand an absent squeeze. "Yeah. That could work."

And that'd at least give him a chance to check in on Edgar.

"What else do I need to know?"

[dejah_thoris]

She squeezes back. Dejah chews her lip for a moment, hiding a bright little grin.

"There's quite a lot. I'm almost afraid to tell you all of it, lest you decide I'm not worth the trouble. My life there is not a simple one."

[2goodarms]

Curtis quirks an eyebrow.

"Not like my life's been all that simple either," he points out.

[dejah_thoris]

"True. And in Helium, I can guarantee you will be treated with respect. People will be very curious about you. You perhaps will want to change your attire, so you stick out less. It is very warm compared to here."

[2goodarms]

His first thoughts careen toward the classroom car, with those fifteen or twenty kids staring openly at the first tail-sectioners they'd probably seen in their whole damn lives. He felt like a zoo exhibit -- not helped by both the teacher and Mason exulting their very special guests from the tail.

It's not a comforting thought. Neither is the idea of parting with his coat, or sweater, or the other layers he still wears like armor against the opulence of Milliways.

He's silent, his thumb absently tracing back and forth across the side of Dejah's hand.

[dejah_thoris]

She sees the hesitation, the trepidation running under his skin. But he isn't pulling away from her, isn't retreating from the idea.

"Perhaps we're getting ahead of ourselves," she says, her voice quiet. "You still haven't told me what you want from this. What you need from me."

[2goodarms]

"I don't know how I'm supposed to act around you."

Quiet.

"I don't want to get you in trouble."

[dejah_thoris]

"Oh Curtis..." She shifts closer to him, one hand lighting on his cheek. "You don't have to do anything but be yourself, honestly. Any trouble that causes? I can deal with it. I'm here with you because I want to be. The rest of the world be damned."

[2goodarms]

His eyes drift shut; without thinking, he shifts a bit closer in kind.

"Tars kept saying it was a big deal," he says, no louder. "That I was alone with you. That you let me be alone with you."

If something that simple can carry so much weight on Barsoom, how the fuck is he going to manage it?

[dejah_thoris]

"If we were in Helium, it would be a scandal, yes. A Jeddak could not entertain a visitor in her quarters without a formal suit. But we are not in Helium. We are here. I am not Jeddak here. I am just a woman." Her hand draws his close, rests it over her heart, pressing her palm flat against the back of his hand.

"I trust you. Tars is burdened by the weight of history. He does not know what has passed between the two of us."

She does not need to witness him felling a great white ape with his bare hands to know that if her life were in danger, he would do everything in his power to save her. She couldn't say how she knows that. She just knows.

[2goodarms]

"That's what I'm trying to get."

He opens his eyes.

"I don't know what the fuck I'd have to do in Helium. I don't want to start shit. And -- " His fingers curl in the fabric of her robe. "I don't even get why you trust me so much. How could you possibly fucking know when you found me? How -- "

Curtis draws himself up short, presses his lips together before he can say anything else.

[dejah_thoris]

She opens her mouth to answer the first question when he hits her with the second one. Her brow furrows and she takes a moment to study his face. Her hand curls around his, keeping it close to her heart. Still resting her palm against his cheek, her thumb brushes over his lower lip, just the barest graze.

"Curtis. I could ask you the same thing."

[2goodarms]

His throat bobs.




"Because I didn't know what the fuck was going on," he whispers. "And -- "

And you were kind. And I thought I could fight you if I had to.

"You didn't care about anything, except whether I was hurt."

[dejah_thoris]

"True. That much explains why you let me help you."

She can't explain it. She's seen his eyes shutter when she mentions John's name. If she'd never met John, maybe she wouldn't have recognized this -- whatever it was between them. When John came to her, he was on the edge of insanity, his heart broken, his mind heading that way. He was so lost, so alone, and so angry. She became his lifeline back to the world.

What she feels for Curtis is very much walking the same path, but it's more than that. She recognizes in him a part of herself. She'd never been able to admit it to John, but he had saved her as much as she'd saved him. And not just from the Thern.

"It doesn't explain why you're still here."